Dear ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce myself. My name is Adam Allen, I am 31, and I face a rather eerie situation in my life currently. I am here because my life turned into a range of quite morbid challenges, and now I found myself in a place where I no longer know how to deal with them. All I can ask you is to listen to my story now and if, by any chance, you find it worth your help, I will be grateful forever for your compassion and willingness to contribute to saving my life as it is.
My story dates back to the time when I was four months old and had Spinal Meningitis. It was a threat to my life for three times, but I recovered. Ever since, I was called a “miracle child”. Actually, I needed so many more miracles further in my life to stand here as a 31-year-old adult asking for help. The next miracle started when I was one year old with the diagnosis of Epilepsy. This disease provoked 2-8 seizures per day and continued torturing me up to the age of 16 when a neurosurgeon at Boston Children’s Hospital in Boston, MA performed Temporal Lobe Lebectomy on my right temporal lobe and ceased seizure activity. It was a start of new life for me – I was free from those dreadful seizures that spoiled my daily life and prevented me from pursuing some of my dreams.
Once I was free from seizures, I managed to receive my driving license as a Junior. This was my dream coming true and my ultimate target for the last several years. Unfortunately, it lasted well only for a year. It was 07/03/04, and I was driving down route 44 in my local town to buy a card for my father’s birthday, when a random seizure occurred. Now just let me explain some specific details of seizures for those who are blessed with unawareness of such details: when seizure occurs, a person can move, convulse, and point, but not respond to words or actions. Moreover, as a rule, there are no recollections preserved in our memory of these seizures. The accident was terrible, the car was smashed: I hardly missed hitting SUV, almost hit a pedestrian on the sidewalk, and skinned the edge of a Bank of America building to finally slam into a wooden fence at full speed. It was another miracle: There was no scratch on me after the accident despite its severity, and probably saved me from a future worse accident. Evidently, my license was suspended permanently after the accident, and seizures returned. The miracle saved my life, and I will be grateful forever for it.
Miracles do happen in my life, as you can see, but that is not always the case. Some memories are scary and nasty, for instance, I remember being morbidly obese from K-12, and this led to absence of friends, constant bullying in the class, and problems in socializing. My performance outcomes became even worse in 2003. It was a year when my mother died because of metastatic cancer, may her soul forever rest in peace. It was a real tragedy, my whole world collapsed, and it took me really long to accept the fact of her death properly. This loss will never cease in enormous grieving and missing the dearest person I have ever had in my life. One more scary detail of my childhood refers to my oldest brother who raped me twice. These details are here not to scare you, but to tell you the truth about my life and the number of scars I have acquired since my birth that have led me to the hazardous and ultimately complicated life I have now.
One more miracle happened when I was 26. I distinctly and vividly remember that day, place and the date: December 17, 2013, Yale New Haven Hospital. I will always remember the person who made a wonder and seizures stopped: it was Dr. Dennis Spencer, a neurosurgeon, renowned worldwide. My gratitude to this person is enormous and will be in my heart all my life. Dr. Dennis Spencer performed a right-sided Temporal Lobe Lobectomy which was more advanced due to development of innovative technologies in the healthcare sector. The scanner revealed the following picture: there was prolonged, additional scar tissue protruding Northwest from the origin site where the first surgeon had actually missed a minute piece of tissue. Dr. Dennis Spencer performed the operation successfully and saved me from horrors of recurrent seizures.
Nevertheless, there are some ramifications left that undermine my capacity to live my life as I would like to. First, I have chronic migraines that are a ramification of surgery, but are definitely better than daily seizures. Second, I have been diagnosed with such psychological disorders as depression, social anxiety, and general anxiety. All these aspects predetermine my life where I cannot work. My disability is a serious condition and is confirmed by medical conclusions and diagnoses. All the medical records needed to confirm my words can be provided. I see nothing wrong in the intention to re-check my story in terms of facts and evidence. Therefore, I will show the evidence whenever necessary. The only exception here is data on the Spinal Meningitis. The reason I was given after I had made a request for those records referred to standard time some files were to be kept (15-20 years). Hence, my files on Spinal Meningitis were eliminated from the database of the clinic, but all the other records are available for checking.
Having told you the most relevant stages of my story, I will explain the financial crisis I have found myself in recently. I am in $16,000 high-interest credit card debt and I owe my Father $15,000. He has cancer and demands the money despite the obvious fact of my bankruptcy. Based on my disability condition, I cannot work. Hence, I have been awarded with SSDI. Nevertheless, the payments do not suffice in the given situation: SSDI covers my bills each month, my mortgage included (Which I owe $42,000 on currently). Therefore, I was determined to find a job I could handle to have an additional income, but found out that it was forbidden by Social Security terms. Gift money is permitted, and that is why I ask for your help. Believe me, I did my best in exploring all the alternative solutions for this problem, and currently found myself in a deadlock.
I will provide some more details for you to understand my despair: $15,000 I owe my father is the payment for the house I live in. This sum was given by my uncle first, but then my father paid him back, so now I owe the money to my father. In case I fail to pay for my house, I can become homeless, and it is not an exaggeration: my family made it pretty clear that there would be no chance for me to come back home now. I have to face such a reality and survive in it. That is why I am asking for your help now. This will turn into either one more miracle in my life, or a slippery slope leading to being homeless and on the verge of demise since no home and money in my situation can hardly mean something else.
I can promise two things now: I will never get back to being bankrupt again; and I will provide all the documents and bills needed for you to see where the money go, or you can make a payment to ensure it is not for something else. This is a request for a one more chance – a chance for well-being, a chance for home, a chance for psychological stability. In other words, a chance for life.
Thank you for hearing me and God Bless.